it’s another one of those days.

perhaps it’s the constant drizzle, putting me off revision and tumbling headlong into reminiscence, reminding me of monsoon season and long car rides in the rain, street lamps glowing orange and strange shadows casted on the wall.

we were one of those people, we only came out at night. we stayed awake till dawn and watched the sky turn grey then pink then blue. the soundtrack was old-skool hip-hop. and jazzy loungey house tunes.

and then life got in the way, as it does. and time marches on, never ending.

i wonder if we’ll stop and say hello if we pass each other by in the street sometime. actually, i’ll stop and say hello, but i wonder if you’ll stick around and we’ll go for a coffee and catch up on events between whenever and then, or if you’ll make your best excuses and leave as soon as the formalities are over.

i also wonder what i’ll feel like, if i never see you and you and you again.